Holiday (part one).

So the last holiday that I had (over 18 months ago) I bought a book and scribbled down notes, came home and I hated it, I was happy with my notes, it really wasn’t a fair description of my holiday, I picked and picked until although I had a great time, if you read my thoughts you would have thought that I had hated the bloody thing, I was simply not in a good place at the time, so I decided against publishing it, I’m glad I did that, this year although I wasn’t in a good place before the holiday, I needed it, I had done 8 months of 50 hour weeks, im old and crippled these days it has taken I out of me this time, so I bought a new book and decided to do exactly the same, I did my notes and I’m simply going to type up my notes and not edit it (apart from some spelling) let’s do this!

Day One.

Up early, what a surprise, once the alarm went off, I was no longer padding around the house in the dark, the wife got up, a little sore and stiff (as usual) but she was happy today was the day we were going off on our holiday! I set about my tasks (that I had assigned myself to) Logs for the fire, empty all of the bins, Hoover, do the dishes, and scrub the bathroom from top to bottom cleaning everything, I was in a happier place, the wife had a dental emergency thankfully she was able to get an emergency appointment so while she set about that I fought the cases downstairs, with the state of my knees something that should have took five minutes took closer to twenty, damn I’m getting old.

The youngest daughter was looking after the dog and our house so that was a weight off my mind, upon arrival we did our pre flight checks regarding when the bins go out what food was in the house where the emergency money had been left, what needed to be done and when (specifically the dog). We fed the dog and wife arrived back happy, crisis averted we loaded the car up with our luggage, set google maps to Manchester and off we went, some of the route was a little long winded but we simply went with the flow, we didn’t hit any traffic and we dropped the car off with only one little hiccup, we couldn’t remember where the entrance for the drop of was we went around again and found it on the second pass, we found it in the dark the last time broad daylight it all looked the same! All in all, the journey down was uneventful apart from when we bought sandwiches for the room and mine was super spicy, I ate it all up but suffered with a grumbly tummy all night.

By now the odd gremlin was starting to raise its head, I as having issues with technology (no surprise there that it was sticking two fingers at my general direction), I was grumpy, again no surprise there then, I nearly lost my shit but no, I simply put my phone away and thought sod it! I did what I do best with technology I simply gave up, even the wife didn’t try to help she saw the signs as well! After our food we chilled and had a laugh and hopefully I was going to get a good night’s sleep, it was a lovely hotel (Holiday Inn) and when we wake up, we could simply go!

 

It was no surprise that I got a grand total of two hours and twenty minutes sleep, the wife slept the sleep of the damned out like a light, I even went for a walk purely and simply because I was wide awake, I’m old ( I can say it you lot can’t) and its getting boring only having a couple of hours sleep, I’m not wishing my life away, but I would simply like to sleep and enjoy my waking hours! Not much chance of that …...allegedly!

 

Day Two (Travel Day).

I was bright eyed and bushy tailed, washed and ready to go by the time the wife got up, the soap in the hotel was Lemony and nice ( I have no idea why I would want to tell you all that). I did a dad sweep of the room we hadn’t left anything we had a slow meander across to the airport (around two hundred metres from the hotel, inside was chaos, probably as they have moved the desks around so we did a few more steps than we needed to, it turns out was on the same flight and said hello, no problems with the security check(next year will be fun when I get my new knee) we went to our usual haunt for breakfast ( a full English for me) and then off to board the plane for nine hour flight (turned out to be just under eight) I watched three films Ballerina 3/5 a bit more story would have been nice the action was great but not a lot of story, Running Man 3/5 more of the same its one of my fave Stephen King Books and I do like the Arnold version, this was OK but yeah three out of five, then Now You see Me Three 4/5, its eye candy but there was at least a story line to follow, if not a tad predictable, I enjoyed it I then started watching Farkham Hall 0/5, I watched fifteen minutes of utter drivel, a great cast but they obviously  all owe the tax man money, that’s all I will say about that, I was about to jump out of the plane without a parachute!

We landed in the land of the free, and customs was a breeze, we had a car to the hotel (well you have to spoil yourself it’s a holiday) the lovely Joseph was our driver, really nice and talkative, once we were in our room we did a quick call to the daughter just to ensure we hadn’t left something turned on, then off to get a drink (pop/soda depending where you are reading this)and then to find the ice machine tumbled into bed and I got a little over four hours sleep, I will take it as its better than two!

Day Three.

My body clock appears to be still running on UK time, but I still got more sleep than the night before, the only issue the bed feels like a bunk bed, the mattress is so high, well my knees it feels like that. I woke up at midnight in the USA it was five in the morning at the UK, I climbed into the smallest bath in the world simply to soak my knees to prepare for the hardships of the day, A cup of tea before leaving the room (the best start to a day) sorted out my medication (as I sat there twitching) I felt punch drunk with the body clock issues, off for breakfast a western omelette,  then took my medication for the day before heading off to Epcot, the day was low and slow but I had to use my stick which I try to avoid, we simply enjoyed the day and each other’s company, we did around 50% of the park and then had lunch in the American Smokehouse, a new venue for us and it was ok, would I go back? Yes, I would but it was what it is it was…OK! The wife noticed that I was starting to suffer we decided to call it quits we had done better than we thought, we headed to the Skyliner and enjoyed the trip back to the hotel, we got off at  The Magic Kingdom, Bus journey is shorter than Epcot, but my knees were protesting vigorously, thankfully the bus arrived and carried us back to our resort, we got back to the room to take painkillers and to chill, they definitely helped me get some much needed sleep, I woke up groggy but feeling better, although the drugs hadn’t helped that much we had a late tea / early supper, finally my diabetes was back on track after our travels and lack of medication! We had a real lazy night and plotted what we intended to do the next day, a cunning plan and painkillers are always needed.

I should have known better.

I don’t need an anger management course I simply need people to be punctual!

I’m a punctual person I always have been, ok so my life is run to a clock but I could read a clock before I could read a book, my wife would say that I’m obsessed (she has her opinion I have mine), if I say I will be there on the hour you can pretty much guarantee I will be at least ten minutes early, well that’s if I’m by myself and other people aren’t in the mix, add other people and it soon goes awry .

The other morning I finally made contact with the people who are trying to organise some assistance in preparing me for the operation ahead (no not a lobotomy) we kept on missing each other and when I rang back there was nobody available to take the call, I was simply going to leave it, but I missed one last call by seconds and I rang back and they got the shock of their lives as they weren’t expecting that, the chap was shocked that someone would ring back I answered some questions and he was pleasantly surprised that I was being helpful. “we usually get just grumpy people” his words not mine, but he did say it’s a brand new service and they are not fully staffed hence my frustration in attempting to contact them, I was going to buy a pigeon and see if that made a difference, whilst I comprehensively answered all of his questions he asked me did I still want an appointment as I seemed to be pretty clued up about the road ahead, erm yes I would like a professional opinion by a trained person not someone on the phone, if its all good, well fine I won’t bother them again, he gave me a couple of dates and some times I took the next day and the first appointment, Gemma will ring you tomorrow, what could possibly go wrong.

I decided to take the call at home and then travel into work as some of the buildings I work in there is terrible reception, hence the missed calls, I was up at silly o’clock, as always and then sat next to the phone like an expectant father, well it could wrong and it did so 45 minutes after the allotted time I took myself off to work  in a rather grumpy mood, me with my reputation, well actually I am all sweetness and light these days, but the old me surface, not for long but it did cheese me off just a tad. On the way to work this morning I was second guessing myself had I got the day wrong, but come 08.30 still no call I decided to move on with my life, as allegedly life is far too short! Just after 09.00 this morning the young man who originally called me and was very contrite, he had double booked me into the system and the system couldn’t cope, he was nice I was nice, we all moved on with our lives!

The old me would have festered for days, plotting revenge, yes I was unhappy at the time but the world kept turning, who would have thought it, I can see some of my oldest friends going into shock at my response there, but its not worth losing any sleep over it crap happens, so one last hurrah for February and then I’m away for my holibobs so expect me to run silent and to run deep for a couple of weeks, but keep an eye on the skies, you can bet there will be some blogs when we get back, stay safe, stay alive, I will be back before you know it, but until that (and yes the name game is in play) .....Toodles!

Right Here Right Now 8.

This blog here is all about me being selfish for once, this is me thinking about me and nobody else, a small white lie as I always put my wife before me, but just for once in this minute this is all about me, I lost my temper last night and sent the wife and the grandson off to bed, I did so that I didn’t lose my temper with them and even the little doggie I had had enough of his bullshit (the grandson not the little doggie) even though he has issues I simply had enough, go to bed or suffer the consequences, they went upstairs and I fell asleep in the chair virtually straight away, I was shattered and not in a good place!

Life at the moment is sucking the very life out of me, work is lousy, my private life is lousy, the details of why will stay private but it doesn’t take a detective to work out why, I have some major concerns over my wife and her wellbeing, some people are being selfish and damn the torpedoes, it’s a good job I have calmed down because I would have sank their entire navel armada and I at the time last night didn’t give a shit about any of the consequences, to be honest I still don’t but I’m not as angry as I was last night, the blue touch paper is standing proud, so let’s light it and be damned I really do not give a rats ass, not anymore!

I have always been very careful regarding the navigation of the seas of our lives, there has been an awful lot of rubbish from outside concerns that most people wouldn’t have ever put up with I always did for the safety of her sanity, she wasn’t always innocent in all of this sometimes she partook as much as some of the other co-conspirators, I think she now realises how much I put up with and didn’t kick off, well not as much as I could have. A lot of rubbish used to be thrown in the air and the wife put up with a lot, and to an extent she still does, she always tries to assist always is willing to go the extra yard for the ass wipes that continue to think of themselves and not others! I wish she would simply stop and think of herself for once, as I have alluded to I have been starting to get a head of steam up and at the moment if it blows the only blow back will be to the wife, probably why I am trying to release it a little bit of a time instead of in one big BANG! Because if I do tell the people it will be to tell them to Foxtrot Oscar and to totally and utterly stay away from us! yes there would be fallout but in the long run the wife would recover and gain some sanity into her life again, obviously I would still be a part of her life so yes there would still be a question of her sanity for putting up with a lunatic manic depressive with abandonment issues (to name but a few)  but that’s the way cookies crumble allegedly.

At this moment in team of writing this I don’t care of the consequences, do I want these people in my life, yes I do, but not at the wife’s mental health expense, I feel like reverting to the angry man I was when I suffered with my PTSD, when I had no therapy and simply didn’t know how to refocus the rage, all I wanted to do was burn the whole world down and dance amongst the ruins! Yes, I would cut my nose off to spite my face, I’m older and allegedly a little wiser so I don’t want to cause anyone heartache and pain but if I want to I will, I’m quite happy to pour honey, but I do know how to pour vinegar if I have to!

Our life going forward was meant to be easier , a full restart after the insanity of the Kraken and the hold she had over her daughter, I call it abuse she didn’t, we agree to disagree, but the wife has always and I mean always put family first, I do not include myself into this equation because in reality I have never asked for anything else except her love, but she s suffering from the ongoing proceedings and yes we both want to help but there is helping and then there is taking the piss, this is my view not Her’s , but I see the anguish and her flame diminishing a little each day and it breaks my heart. I’m not saying that other people aren’t suffering, but they are putting their needs first , my wife lost her mother a person who was there for her through thick and thin, I might not have agreed with the women but she would have done anything for my wife in her own perverse way of keeping a grip on her reality, I never bent to her will, I did what my wife wanted but never the Kraken’s I wanted nothing from her and she didn’t understand that almost everybody she knew took from her, I never did, I went along with things for the sake of the wife and the kids but she knew if I kicked off the Kraken would have been the loser.

My wife would give you the shirt of her back if it would help you but she is not helping herself any excuse to help others, but look after herself she is not and its making me mad that some people are indeed taking the piss by taking that help to the Ninth degree and not thinking of her, I do want to help others but to me my wife will always come first, she is my cornerstone, I need her more than I need anybody else, we had so many cunning plans to kick start our life going forward and it simply hasn’t happened as she simply wants to help  others and not herself, is this reciprocated of course some do but its miniscule compared what we do for them, but others are simply time grabbing self-absorbed people out for anything that they can get at the expense of the others, again that’s my view not the wife’s, I have no intention of trying to convert her she needs to make her own decisions about life I will support her in what she decides it doesn’t mean I have to be happy about it!

So, where do we go from here? I honestly have no idea but I do know that I never wanted to howl at the moon so much as I have in the last fortnight, actually I would like to howl at certain individuals who I think are being selfish but I can guarantee that they wont see it that way, I cant wait until next Christmas when they find out we are away for 7 days with no intention of being in touch with anybody, cunning plans and all that, hopefully our hollibobs will be a great reset for the both of us as long as we don’t fall out, let’s wait and see!

This blog started out as a need to vent my spleen and has turned into war and peace, but I need to release some steam otherwise it probably would have turned uglier than it needs to, do I think the people I am alluding are awful, not really but I do think that they can be awfully selfish and only think of themselves, I’m sure I was going to pop my cork at life and the universe as my anger levels haven’t been like this in over ten years, I usually simply try to breathe through the issues, however my mild “angina” isn’t mild most days, and I have used my spray more than ever I have used it for 6 out of the last 7 days having said that once I lost my blob last night it eased to the point that I didn’t need to use it lol. I know in the grand scheme of things bottling things up is not good for me but it is better for everybody else, but I worry about the health of my wife all kinds of her health, she is and always has been my number one priority, the rest of the world can go do one!

This week at work saw me spiralling badly as I was simply trying to fit a stein into a shot glass! And I was failing miserably, trying to do too many things whilst I was running on empty it’s a thing I need to take up with the quacks when I get back as my energy levels have been non-existent of late, most days I was on the edge of a meltdown but thankfully on the bus journey home on most nights I chilled or even had a little power nap, I mean I still felt like hammered crap, but just slightly chilled ,but there is allegedly a light at the end of the tunnel and I’m told its not an oncoming train (fingers crossed) yesterday my last day of the week, I attempted to go with the flow and I always like to be early for appointments but 7 days is a but much even for me, yes my head has been battered, hollibobs in 7 day’s time woo hoo!

Now that I have vented my spleen I won’t tell you how this morning turned to shit, lets just tell you I got through it had a lovely bath to relax, spoke to my brother and we both put the world to rights, I have a couple of things let to do, but I’m in a better place, now if I can just get the wife in the same place at the same time I will be happy, until next time…………………….Toodles!

Welcome to the Machine.

It does feel to me like the end of an empire, not just for this country but for quite a few, the world is full of turmoil and strife, wars and people simply hating each other, I don’t get it at all, I honestly thought that the human race were on an upward trajectory!

I didn’t intend to start on such a downer, but that’s where my head is at the minute, as life can be a piece of shit, now I have known that for quite a while, I’m not surprised or shocked in the least, just when you think that no more shit can rain down on you, the bucket gets tipped all over you! Primarily this blog is about family life, mine and my loved ones, I’m not going into detail I simply wish to vent my spleen, just so I don’t feel as helpless I have been these last few weeks.

Essentially the system is failing (the original title of the blog) there’s an issue in the family and there hasn’t been any support for an issue that has been dragging on for more than 5 years, and for once its not me, the torture never seems to stop, and its bleeding through every part of the family, its not just us and ours its pretty much all over the country in every street and what seems to just about every household.

At work there is a gentleman who has a serious life threatening condition, it was diagnosed in December he has an appointment in August, you read that right a life threatening condition, he was warned at his appointment you’ll not get an appointment before august, and it has turned out to be true, the turmoil that he is going through is unbelievable, no support, no information just see you in August, LIFE THREATENING, you have to scream at the top of your lungs to get attention, everything seems to be spinning out of control, I’m not here to knock the NHS, but I have friends who became medical professionals to help people, not to spend 70% of their time doing paperwork, time its seems is not relevant, paperwork is, the only people who thinks that time is relevant are the people going through the crap that is levelling their lives with pain and misery!

I have to wait  at least 5 months for my replacement knee, I’m not complaining as I have been seen relatively quickly, in total its been four years, shit happens and the world keeps spinning no matter what, but the multitudes of people who are suffering some worse than others from our extended family and friends is frightening, am I looking through rose tinted glasses? when I was a kid if I was ill I got seen and I got sorted really quickly, I know the population has exploded but so has the NHS, the largest employer in the country, do I have solutions of course my brain isn’t good enough to tackle the issues concerning this beloved institute, but issues it does have by the bucket load,  here are pet my peeves in my misinformed brain, why cant nurses be allowed to nurse, why are doctors allowed to do more operations privately than they do in their “main” job, why do there need to be so many “middle managers” (it’s the same at my current place of work) I bet a multitude of them hide in their nice offices earning tons of money, people in charge of trusts earning more than our prime minister, you know the person allegedly running the bloody country it’s all wrong, I wish I could wave a magic wand , I don’t want to see people made redundant, but spend the money on front line staff, as  I sit and watch friends and family go through the giant machine!

I’m sorry about this being a grumpy blog it wasn’t my intention, I just see everything going to hell in a hand basket, and no I don’t have any faith in anybody in our country (politicians wise) being able to resolve any of the issues as they feed at the trough and they are ok, the bulk of them do not care for us the general public, its simply where I am today, roll on tomorrow hopefully life wont be as bleak, until the next one stay safe and stay alive, ….Toodles!

And yes, the name game is in place, its so easy you shouldn’t have to Google it!

On With the Action.

To date I have seen (allegedly) 4998 gigs, this includes pub gigs with local bands, I used to be a great supporter of local gigs, the last four years have seen a significant drop off, for many reasons that I have no intention of boring you all with the details (again).

Some Bands I have seen multiple times intentionally some not so intentionally, Marillion with Fish over 49 times, Marillion without Fish only once, Fish, solo I have seen around 24 times, my last gig was actually Fish at the city hall on his road to the isles tour! FM, I have seen over 60 times the last couple of times they have played I have been plagued with ill health and of late when they play near me its been in venues that don’t have good for facilities for a cripple like me otherwise it would have been a lot more, Budgie only ever as a support band around 15 times, Magnum up until 1983 about 10 ten times as a support then around 15 times as a headliner up until Tony Clarkin died.

I used to keep my tickets and passes (lots of passes) but they have gone by the way, so now I am trying to be a keeper of lists as I struggle to remember who supported who and how many gigs I saw them, the funniest is Bryan Adams supporting Tina Turner, me and some friends went to see the support act 16 gigs on the trot, we never even saw Tina Turner, it was all on the guest lists, Tina must have wondered why there was always a dozen seats in the forth row of all of the venues, oh what you do when you are young!

There are some great venues all around the country small and medium size, sheds I’m not that much of a fan, I like to be able to see the band not a speck in the distance, prices are starting to get silly, what with dynamic pricing, just a way for the big cartels to screw the punter, it simply shouldn’t be allowed, the robbing B*****ds! I hate to think of the miles I’ve covered to go and see bands over the years and the times I hitched hiked around the UK, I shudder at the thought these days, I must have been a nutter (hang on oh yes, I was).

I honestly don’t think I will go to too many more simply because of the logistics and the pricing structures, yes I know they need to make some money, I had a friend at work whose wife went to see Taylor Swift and it cost over £170 for a standard seat, factor in the cost of travel and hotels, I’m old I like my comforts, what can I say.  I need to have some kind of support to rest my weary knees, I can’t stand for too long, mind you having shite bands as a support act doesn’t help.

At this moment I am being a pain scouring old diaries, websites and all manner of blogs to try and piece the list together (watch this space) I mean in 1984 I did 324 gigs and I only paid for about 20! At the moment me and the wife have been attending comedy club gigs smaller venues comfortable and you don’t feel like you have been raped for the ticket price, we go on holiday soon and my wife got me all excited because she said that Rick Springfield was playing when we are there (she lied I checked the dates) but there is Toto and Barry Manilow, I have seen worse before lol, the countdown has begun, I simply cant wait for the holiday and hopefully some gigs stateside!

So, there we go the first blog of the month and my intention is to keep them rolling, so stay safe stay alive, until the next blog…...Toodles!

Huzzah.

Short and sweet is the name of the game, but it’s a happy, happy one, for once something went right for me, I thought I was going into a world war with my surgeon!   

Long story short I had been tasked with losing weight or I wasn’t getting my operation, I struggled, I couldn’t exercise, like normal people, knees are shot my right shoulder lets not even go there about that generally overweight and when I get depressed I would eat, get more weight on and get depressed in ever more decreasing circles, I had had an argument with the surgeon regarding my weight amongst other things and then he wouldn’t speak to me.

Six weeks later and I saw his registrar, who was lovely answered all my questions, I listened I agreed and then I was off to the races, I was given 6 months to lose 10 kilo’s I don’t weigh myself that’s an easy route to depression, I did all the right things eating wise, I know I wasn’t perfect but it was 98% better than previous attempts, in the week before the appointment all I ate was Oats and chicken, not in the same meal.

Tuesday I go for my appointment, I saw a lovely Irish Lady doctor who again was fab, took some X-rays weighed me, I had lost 17 Kilo’s, and then some questions, the upshot was yes you can have a replacement knee, do that one give it six months and lets see if you are still  having issues with the other one, BAM we will do the other one, WTF my mind was blown, if I was capable of doing a little dance ( I wasn’t ) I was scared they might have said “oh you can dance no knee for you” so now I have to keep losing the weight (My Choice) and get prepared for the operation.

My mind has been so full of dread about not getting the operation I was contemplating all manner of stupid schemes to get my way, I don’t have to do that, because I did all of the right things, this has been written purely as a stream of consciousness no editing as I simply wanted to scream from the roof tops, watch out world, I’m going to be bionic! I know I have a long painful road ahead, but hells bells this has been the best news health wise in over 4 years!

So watch this space as I have every intention of documenting this every step of the way from here on in! I wonder if they will let me keep my knee? So until the next time when I’m not flying at 30000 feet…………………..Toodles!

Four on the Floor – New Releases (I know its Late).

Ok so this was due 6 weeks ago and I simply lost the will to live, it felt rushed and to be honest I thought it was factually incorrect, I was in a strop so I didn’t think it was fair to release it in its original format.

So here we are down the line and I have given the albums a bloody good listen, my findings are pretty much the same but I have listened to the albums over twenty times each so I think I can pass judgement instead of the original three times each, are we sitting comfortably, well let’s go!

Cheap Trick – All Washed Up.     9.0.

I have to admit to being a longtime Cheap Trick fan, I’ve even seen them a few times, their worst album is still a good album, lets see what gives with this one (I know the score gives it away). Another album by the American Beatles, and this time I liked it from the go some of the latter ones have taken a few spins to get there ,forty minutes and eleven songs of bouncy happiness, and I only have a couple of minor complaints, well one actually that’s split, The sound is as “bright” as the last few albums have been, bear in mind I’m listening to these albums on air pods, not the best but I make good with the tools that I have, I know production methods have moved on but these days, a lot of albums sound muddy these days, trust me I do clean my ears regularly, and because of the sound Robin Zander isn’t as clean in the mix, for my taste, anyway Song wise the best is saved right until the last, to be honest there is not a bad track on here, they all put a bloody big smile on my face, I know it’s not as good as Dream Police but there are tracks on here I would swap so they could be. The last track on the album is the closet that they will get to being a pure Beatles tribute, Wham Bam Boom, the title made me smile, but the song is four people having fun, I won’t spoil it, go get the album however you do and just listen, if you don’t smile you must be an oasis fan! Well boys let’s have more fun like this in the world we need it as I mentioned at the start these boys don’t do bad albums, they do Awesome, Excellent, and Good, this is Excellent if the sound had been a bit brighter it would have been Awesome. Long live the kings of Bubble Gum Rock………. Cheap Trick!

MSG – Don’t Sell Your Soul.     9.0.

Another year, another cracking album, something that is simply chock full of riff after melodic riff, his classic sound which is good as it was now as it was back in the seventies! The Teutonic riff master delivers again, to me he is the most prolific and consistent rock player out there, eleven songs from start to finish starting with the title track “Don’t sell your soul to the last stompy “Surrender” it doesn’t outstay its welcome, it gets in the ring and knocks you clean out and then buggers off to the pub! My only complaint is I wish he would stick with one vocalist, I hope he sticks with Erik Gronwall, I know why he doesn’t stick with the same vocalist he has been quite vocal over the years about it, I like to see stability in the MSG camp, it just gets a bit distracting as you never know who you are going to get, as he hits 70 years old he just keeps getting better, and if he keeps producing material of this kind of quality, I reckon myself and lot of others will be as happy as the proverbial pig!

Bad Company – Can’t Get Enough (a Tribute) 4/10.

I was so looking forward to this album, however no matter how much I play it the more I dislike it, I like most of the artists, there’s a lot of money been put into producing it but it’s a lifeless parody and I don’t know what makes it so, maybe it’s just me Even Shooting Star with Lizzy Hale and Mr Rodgers can’t save it. And the biggest thing that pisses me off is the last track that I refuse to name as it’s simply it’s not Bad Company it’s Free, and if I’m honest even if I got this album for free it wouldn’t stay in my collection.

Ronnie Romero – Back Bone.    6/10.

In 14 years this gentleman has appeared on over forty (yes that’s what I said) albums some are stinkers, and some are quite pleasant, he has played with some awesome people, this album is quite pleasant, hence the score, however there is nothing truly memorable on this its well-played well produced but nothing sticks, when I put it on, I go oh yes I remember this one or that one , but five minutes after turning it off I don’t remember a single bit of it, maybe take a breath and breathe, I’m hoping Elegant Weapons with Ritchie Faulkner of Judas Priest does a couple of albums and that it grows with each album!, I do like the man he is talented, sometimes you need a bit of pixie dust make it big on your own, I wish him well but this album as well produced as it is isn’t it!

Better late than never, and I’m glad I did what I did, I like to be honest I’m not being mean when I don’t care for something, I am simply trying to be as honest as the artists themselves, give them all a spin you might like something, you might also might hate something, the fact that we are all different makes the world a better place.